Canadian Rose

I dunno why, but this song always reminds me of a specific person - Samantha. She's not Canadian. She's not from Burlington. We have no "special table". I've never called her "flower"; I've very rarely called her anything besides "Sam". She doesn't taste of Cinnamon, and she has not smelled of cider or rose any time I've been around her. She has never, in my memory, called me ugly. In fact, I don't think she's ever called me American, either. I can't think of a single logical reason why it's associated with her in my head, but it quite firmly is.

Funny how my mind works.

By the way, she tells me that this song makes her think of me, because I played it for her the first time she visited me in NY. That was long ago. I don't remember if I played it for her because it reminds me of her, or if it reminds me of her because of that. Either way.

EDIT: Yes, I know what she tastes like. No, I'm not going to tell you what. Yes, skin tastes unique on people - based on various health and beauty products they use, their body chemistry, and even (in rare cases) what they've eaten recently... So get your minds out of the gutter. No, I'm not going to tell you the context in which I found out. "Recent" is a very subjective thing, so I can't answer that usefully. Geez, don't you guys have anything better to do in the middle of the day? O.O

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Autumn air it carries me there
Less than an hour to go
Six hundred miles an hour
And still it feels so slow
I'm trying to get back to Burlington
To a square in the center of town
To a spot on a wooden table
Where her feet didn't reach the ground
And when she kisses me it tasted like cinnamon
And her skin smells of cider and rose
And when she looked at me we both got quiet
And my heart beats so hard we were in so close
Once for such a beautiful while that still makes me smile

And she called me her ugly American
And I would call her my Canadian flower
And I don't think that we'll ever get there again
We had such power
And she would call me her ugly American
And I'll remember my Canadian rose
Especially when the fall comes to Burlington
We were in so close

I finally made it this town looks rearranged
I don't know these people anymore
But in the best ways not much else has changed
From the way it was before
And at least they still have this certain table
Where I once carved a particular name
I run my finger through the weathered carving
And I almost can feel the same
And my mouth it almost tastes just like cinnamon
As I ponder what my pilgrimage means
And I try to figure out where Vancouver is from here
And I listen to the leafs
If only for a beautiful while that still makes me smile

And she called me her ugly American
And I would call her my Canadian flower
And I don't think that we'll ever get there again
We had such power
And she would call me her ugly American
And I'll remember my Canadian rose
Especially when the fall comes to Burlington
We were in so close

And every single hope and dream I could ever conjure up
Passionately springs in me and all things are possible
Plausible and perfectly both of ours forever after and every day
At least it seemed that way
Once for such a beautiful while that still makes me smile

And she called me her ugly American
And I would call her my Canadian flower
And I don't think that we'll ever get there again
We had such power
And she would call me her ugly American
And I'll remember my Canadian rose
Especially when the fall comes to Burlington
We were in so close

-Blues Traveller